Spring has come. Inadvertently, I found that the spores of mulberry trees on the roadside stood up, the long-lost swallows began to fly, and the wheat in the terraced fields on the mountain became greener. Everything seemed to wake up, and I opened my eyes with joy. Elephant trunk mountain is moist, Yongjiang Longxi rises, and the sky is red.
At night, I seem to hear someone's footsteps, rushing past the window, with hope, firmness and cold chill.
During the day, looking for spring. The grass quietly poked its head out of the soil, stretched itself and looked around. Grass was shy and bowed her head. The crystal dew sparkled, and that was his naughty eyes. Winter has not completely passed, and the grass in the wind is trembling; A few days later, tender, yellow, light green and green, like jade, covered ditches, roadsides, streams and houses. So Chun smiled boldly at us. Green hangs on the branches, and green scatters the footprints we have traveled; The green waterfall seems to be flowing, as if laughing, dragging down from the mountain and putting it down. In ten days, the grass will come to us all over the place: all over the mountains, full of green. The green hanging from the high Wangchuan Mountain is quietly basking in the sun. On both sides of the Yongjiang River, a large area of green is a grassy carpet. Rows of trees behind the school are green swords pointing to the sky. It can be said that the spring breeze is green and the wife is on the river bank. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
The peach trees behind our house have pink petals that keep blooming, one by one. Flowers, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, just like rushing to the scene. In spring, pink peach blossoms moisten the sky and cover it. Whose yard is also full of apricot blossoms and pear blossoms, peach blossoms are like fire, apricot blossoms are like chardonnay, and pear blossoms are like snow, which makes people dizzying and lingering. The clouds in the sky are light and the wind is light, and the flowers are overflowing, attracting bees and butterflies to chase and dance among the flowers. The breeze is blowing, and the pink peach blossoms are falling, swirling and flying everywhere. Butterflies and flowers, no one can tell who is who: flying butterflies are falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms, and falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms are flying butterflies. Wildflowers are everywhere, dotted in the grass like peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and pear blossoms.
The spring breeze is intoxicating. Monk Zhi Nan said: Blowing noodles is not cold. I said: the wind blows flowers and falls in spring. The breeze blows, the young trees shake their heads, the grass bends and the stream keeps laughing. The wind brought the smell of earth, the delicious grass and the flowers. Soft sunshine and wind touch you, hug you and kiss you. You are so happy, and your name is song for you the bird. The kingfisher is crisp and rippling among the breeze, green trees and running water. Swallows go through the Woods and hover in the sky. As the sun sets, a shepherd boy plays piccolo and walks through the green hills. So the smoke curled up, night fell, idle people released light music, and flowers were brewing in the slightly humid air.
Spring rain flies to you inadvertently. Rain, as thin as fog, floats quietly between heaven and earth, like a layer of milk on a thin leaf, like a veil. Rain-soaked leaves, green eyes; In the breeze, the flowers and leaves are swaying; In the ethereal world, people seem to walk in the sky. After that, it began to rain heavily, like cow hair, dense and woven obliquely; Rain is like an embroidery needle, and the distant mountains and Yongjiang River are beautiful landscapes embroidered by Tiannv with her beautiful hands. Looking up at the sky, I can't see the source of rain. Only white raindrops scattered and gathered into small drops on the leaves. Small drops of water slipped quietly from the leaves, and the leaves trembled slightly. Rain feet on the river, like shallow laughter, are countless. At this time, the night is already low, and a little light is posted on the distant mountain, like two Jin Ju flowers; If you cross the Qijiang Bridge by car, chrysanthemums will become dancing golden butterflies. Standing in the Wangjiang Pavilion of Fule Temple, Xiangshan Bridge, the water of Longxi River and the green fields on both sides of Qijiang River, I am immersed in happiness and tranquility. A girl who is single-clothed, like a moving flower, like a poem; Pedestrians walking slowly with umbrellas, farmers returning home late in Dai Li and birds returning home happily constitute the most beautiful rhythm in spring. Sparse rain, sparse houses, long rivers and rolling mountains are silent in the rain.
Spring has come. During the day, there will be several kites on the mountain, like big butterflies; It is like a fish swimming in white clouds, and it is like a leaf resting on a treeless tree. On the flat ground and lawn, people of all ages are soon crowded with people. Chase less, exercise more, and get some sunshine. Students spring outing, cooking, eating, laughter filled the valley.
Spring has come, and her steps are so light and soft. Like a newborn doll, like a beautifully dressed girl, like a strong young man, he walked across the grass, glided across the water, lived on white clouds, rested on flowers and talked to birds. In the evening, Chun and I chased each other in our dreams, because she was in a hurry tomorrow.